Nydilind starts to gather herself and looks to Kerry. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. Sometimes it would almost seem better to have death than...than... well, my papa. He's... well, he's sick. Very sick. He would welcome death, but it has not found him yet, and I won't do it. That's why I came here. To try and find a cure for him. But it appears its not to be found."

"I'm sorry about your family, truly I am. Please forgive me, I'm not used to being around people. I meant no harm, I assure you." Nydilind waits, unsure of how to guide the conversation, being unskilled in such matters. She doesn't know if she should ask more about Kerry's family, or quickly change the subject to something else.